When it all started

I was always a curious kid. I liked to explore and adventure. I had a crazy imagination. My problems began when I could not see where reality began and dreams ended. I still have this problem. Being misled early in life, I was a gun owner, church goer and GOP hat wearing conservative. Well I was all these things, but I never felt fulfilled. I never felt that I was on the right path. The path towards fulfillment lead me to conspiracy theories, survivalism, herbalism, spirituality, new age, outrage, confusion, and back to conspiracy theories. I developed a taste for electronic music particularly after hearing techno music. I had always played keyboards because my grandmother taught me the basics on her Baldwin organ as a child. I tried composing music using the keyboards I could afford, but hated everything I did except one composition I did in honor of my grandmother and I didn't like it unless it was drenched in reverb and kind of eerie sounding. The event that symbolized my first step towards personal growth was selling my MAK-90

(Yeah, I know...it was a little much.)

and my CZ-83

I used this money to buy my first guitar and amp. A Fernandez strat and a Peavey/Trace Elliot bass practice amp (on sale). I started writing poems and eventually started writing song lyrics. I picked out a few TOOL songs. I decided to take lessons which lasted for 3 months. Lessons were not fun and I decided that I needed to approach the instrument in a different way and learn it myself.

Having only taken 3 classes on guitar, I had to teach myself mostly thru guitar magazines, books and chord posters, because lessons were too expensive for me. I was not able to afford "good" equipment and settled for the entry level stuff. I found that it was OK to use so long as I did not care to sound just like someone else. As I learned more about effect processing, I began to develop a sound of my own.

I was not exposed to good music until it was old news and usually through my sister, who had friends that went to college. I did not go to college, so I did not fit into the college radio scene and I found that I did not fit into the local metal scene when my foot was stomped in a mosh pit by a very large guy in combat boots. I played in my bedroom. I played all the time. I sounded like garbage but I could play power chords and I had awesome rhythm, but not enough skill to play lead or learn other people's songs. I started composing in my own minimalist style. Then I met Jennifer. She was my muse. I started writing songs and recording on a 4-track that she bought me. I have quite a collection of rough recordings now and continue to record new things. Being poor, I had to get creative with my music. I developed an attitude that every sound is music. This means that I can play a song on a kids toy and hammer out percussion on a beer can. I started moving back towards electronic music after discovering circuit bending and diy electronics.

My growth and expansion led me back to conspiracy awareness and a spiritual awakening of sorts. I have started this project called nut as my one thing to make the world a better place.

nut
1.
a. An indehiscent, hard-shelled, one-loculated, one-seeded fruit, such as an acorn or hazelnut.
b. A seed borne within a fruit having a hard shell, as in the peanut, almond, or walnut.
c. The kernel of any of these.
2. Slang
a. A crazy or eccentric person.
b. An enthusiast; a buff: a movie nut.
3. Informal A difficult endeavor or problem: Painting the closet was a tough nut to crack.
4. Slang The human head.
5. Music
a. A ridge of wood at the top of the fingerboard or neck of a stringed instrument, over which the strings pass.
b. A device at the lower end of the bow for a stringed instrument, used for tightening the hairs.
6. A small block of metal or wood with a central, threaded hole that is designed to fit around and secure a bolt or screw.
7. Slang
a. The cost of launching a business venture.
b. The operating expenses of a theater, theatrical production, or similar enterprise: "The [theater] has simply failed to attract enough paying customers per week to meet its nut" Variety.
8. Vulgar Slang A testicle.

I am currently looking to purchase a MAK-90, if you are selling...

Peace!